abyssdressing | (no subject)

I can't. It's for the good of my well being that I not mention what happened ever again. [ taking slow steps back and away from her. ]

Tell me now. [ she is going to eat you, gailardia :[ ]

Oh I think I hear mother calling I really should be going [ AND OFF HE STARTS RUNNING. ] see you later Mary~

[ GRABS HIM ] If you do not tell me now, Gailardia Galan Gardios, I shall have Vandesdelca dole out his punishment as he sees fit!

[ FLAILS. ] He already did!

He will get to do it again!

That's entirely unfair! Let me go!

No! [ holds tighter ] You are not a proper young man like you should be! Hitting on maids, touching their bottoms! [ GOING TO EAT YOU ] I should let Vandesdelca give you a spanking everyday!

[ shrinking down again to well below his height. ] I have no idea what you're talking about. I've never been so rude to any maids.

[ >E ] I've seen you do it myself! It is improper to be so... so bold with maids!

Y-you haven't seen anything! Please, Mary, let go. I haven't done anything bad. [ o-oh no. are those TEARS? ]

I have seen you pat the maids on the rear in more than once instance!

....Are you crying?

You were just seeing things!

N-no... Of course not. [ trying to steathily wipe away the tears. ]

Lying to your own sister? How shameful!

...You are a grown man, Gailardia. You should stop crying over everything!

I'm not lying!

Nor am I crying!

Gailardia, you grabbed at her chest immediately afterwards!

I can see tears on your cheek, dear brother.

How cruel of you to pin such things on me.

I-it's merely hot in here, and the light is bright.

She ran to me and began to cry! You scared her half-to-death!

Your nose is also running, Gailardia. You can't hide from your sister.

S-she was only laughing!

[ wipes at his nose with the back of his hand. ] Is not.

She quit!

You are a very horrible liar.

She moved onto bigger and better things with the proper experience to deal with them.

A-am not. [ sniff. ]

You're lucky the other maids have grown used to it.

....Stop crying.

They like me.

I'm not crying!

They think it's endearing in a twisted sort of way.

Yes you are.

See? They think I'm a charming young man. Of course, none of them compare to Luka.

Are not.